For several seconds, silence stretched between them. Father and daughter simply stared at one another, neither willing to give ground. Aurora's lips pressed together, her brows faintly furrowed, while Yograj's face remained set, the weight of experience etched in every line.
Finally, after what felt like minutes, Yograj broke the silence with a weary wave of his hand. "Alright. You can go and take some rest now."
He turned away, shaking his head as he walked off, his heavy boots thudding against the deck. His back looked broader than ever, but also strangely tired. His mind whirled with doubt and resignation. How was he supposed to teach her the things she needed to survive if she refused to understand?
